January 01, 2022

自己读02 | 方商羊读Serenade behind a Floating Stage

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方商羊

Serenade behind a Floating Stage

My friend called and said that sex saved him. He made me listen

to streets in the Philippines waking up in rain, panes and trees

repeating a low note of C—chorister, cage, a choir captures

the cadenza of falling cardamoms, then a quartz of quietude.

So eventually, it was the Q—queer, he said, the parched skin

of the quarryman, whom he loved briefly for an afternoon.

For so long, we’ve mistaken the Q for C; weeping, he then recited

a passage of the Śūraṅgama Sūtra, an odd, phonetic transcription

from the Tang dynasty. The power, he insisted, is in the sonance,

not in its meaning, its attachment. This persistent, desperate,

loud howl of August is but the insects’ thirst for mating

and survival. The naked nearness of a swimming pool pulses

in blue, so artificial it seems real. Wrongness: for years, my life

depends on a false letter, and as consequence, instead

of the quiet, a cry drills the carnage of my heart. Had I chosen

the path of Q, its hidden “you” might have entered me

with a silence, to which my heart would yield as the hollow

inside an oboe. The cicadas continue practicing deft mastery

of invisibility. I join their quartet. Where the moon streaks through,

the night makes a sound of fabric being torn inside my head.

Dark and huge, it is frightening to be alive with a song in you.

【出品人】蔡欣

【主理人】猫弟

【节目编辑】何润哲黄鱼

【后期制作】AURA.pote

【视觉设计】孙晓曦王尊一

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January 01, 2022

自己读02 | 方商羊读Serenade behind a Floating Stage

Listen Later

2 minutes

欢迎来到“自己读”，在这里，你能听到来跳岛做客的朋友们朗读自己的作品。深呼吸，跟随声音进入他们的世界吧！

方商羊

Serenade behind a Floating Stage

My friend called and said that sex saved him. He made me listen

to streets in the Philippines waking up in rain, panes and trees

repeating a low note of C—chorister, cage, a choir captures

the cadenza of falling cardamoms, then a quartz of quietude.

So eventually, it was the Q—queer, he said, the parched skin

of the quarryman, whom he loved briefly for an afternoon.

For so long, we’ve mistaken the Q for C; weeping, he then recited

a passage of the Śūraṅgama Sūtra, an odd, phonetic transcription

from the Tang dynasty. The power, he insisted, is in the sonance,

not in its meaning, its attachment. This persistent, desperate,

loud howl of August is but the insects’ thirst for mating

and survival. The naked nearness of a swimming pool pulses

in blue, so artificial it seems real. Wrongness: for years, my life

depends on a false letter, and as consequence, instead

of the quiet, a cry drills the carnage of my heart. Had I chosen

the path of Q, its hidden “you” might have entered me

with a silence, to which my heart would yield as the hollow

inside an oboe. The cicadas continue practicing deft mastery

of invisibility. I join their quartet. Where the moon streaks through,

the night makes a sound of fabric being torn inside my head.

Dark and huge, it is frightening to be alive with a song in you.

【出品人】蔡欣

【主理人】猫弟

【节目编辑】何润哲黄鱼

【后期制作】AURA.pote

【视觉设计】孙晓曦王尊一

...more